Deceit shifted in his seat, hoping the man across from him wouldn't notice. His back rimrod straight, Deceit put on his most charming smile. The man clicked his pen.
"And you worked at this kindergarten?" He said, looking up from Deceit's application, "Tell me about that."
Deceit gripped his knees under the table as he said, "Yes, a daycare, actually. I've been working there for three years now. It's just a real joy, but I am looking for something better."
The manager nodded at his response, but seemed unsure. Deceit glanced around the small fast food place and mentally groaned. When he thought about it, he wasn't sure if he would rather deal with dirty brats or dirty customers. They all cried the same.
But you were supposed to suck up to these guys during job interviews. So, Deceit smiled and waited for the next question.
"Alright, and what's a time when you took control of a chaotic situation?" The manager asked.
"Certainly." Deceit said, quickly trying to think like Patton. What would he do during a screaming toddler match? "Uh, one time, these two br- children were fighting, and I gave them candy. And then, they stopped fighting."
The manager glanced down at his resume, then up at Deceit, "And how did that fix the situation, long term?" He said, "Won't they just argue again later?"
"I have a lot of candy." Deceit winced. Why did he choose the freaking daycare as his previous work experience? It's not like he learned about caring and sharing from the one time Daniel existed. He should have thought this through more.
He sat back and said, "I tried to not be judgmental. But you came in here with that scar and this shoddy resume-"
"Shoddy?!" Deceit snatched it out of the man's hand. He laid it on the table and stared at the words. "I spent all night on this! It's perfect!"
The man rolled his eyes and pointed on the paper, "You said you were thirty and that you live an hour away at a public park."
"You don't need to know my address." Deceit said, squinting at him.
Sighing, he said, "Look, bud, I get a lot of Sides coming in here, with fake resumes and fake names. I mean, you don't look like a Steve Compassion to me." Deceit scowled down at his knees. "But this work is easy. Just be honest with me, man. Did you work at this daycare or at this-" He squinted at the resume, "-foot and body massage place? What's your real Side name, Steve?"
Deceit sat back and assessed the other man. He was an older Established guy, maybe in his sixties. He had a greasy shirt and a scruffy beard. He tried to figure his odds. With a slow breath, he calmly asked, "Do I have a chance at being hired?"
His eyes flicked up and down Deceit's face. "A chance."
He told him, then held his breath.
Deceit kicked over a trash can as he stormed down the empty sidewalk. It rolled into the street with a loud clank. He ignored the burning in his throat and the humiliation washing over him. He didn't know where he was going.
Lie. His feet knew this route well, he loved this walk.
Get out, man. I can't have no liar in my kitchen!
Because Established people don't lie, right? Because only dirty Deceitful Sides lie and literally no one else in the world can lie. Right? Right?!
"Fuck." Deceit hissed as he stumbled over the sidewalk, into the road a few steps. A car sped past him, honking. He stood upright and stared at the taillights. He flipped the car off, although the driver no doubt couldn't see it. He glanced around to find no other cars nearby.
You're kidding, right? Hiring you would be asking for trouble. Everyone knows it. That's why you don't got any real references.
A rumble of thunder echoed in the distance. Deceit looked up to the sky and sighed. The clouds hung heavy with water, thick and gray. He winced as a raindrop hit him right in the forehead.
You're just a lazy Negative trait. I've met all kinds of Negative traits like you. I used to give them a chance, oh yeah.
The water sent a shiver running through his spine, like a cold shock of lightning. Slowly, he got back onto the sidewalk. He stood for a while, watching as the rain grew heavier.
But they always act the same. They lie to me. They steal from me. They cheat me and hurt my workers and my business. I'm not doing it no more.
Deceit started walking again, watching the rain as he did. The chill slowed his movements. His temper settled into a slow somber fire. He stuck his hands in his pockets and grit his teeth.
Thunder clashed.
No chance, man. Get out.
Oh, but Steve Compassion had a shot?
Shit. He should have practiced more last night. What kind of Deceit Side can't even lie to get a job?
Him, apparently.
By the time he reached the door of the apartment building, he was soaking. He couldn't hear anything over the rain and his own racing thoughts.
"Hold the door, please!" Someone shouted.
He glanced over his shoulder. Was it his Side? No. He carried on, letting the door close behind him. He stopped in front of the elevators and pushed the up button. He ignored the puddles forming under him on the tile.
Deceit tried to calm himself, pushing away any thoughts of the job interview. He thought he would be able to do something responsible and impressive. Not impressive to Deceit, of course, any idiot can get a job. (Except him.) But what would a Logic Side think of it? Odds look good.
But he didn't get the job. The stupid, easy-to-get job that was just begging to be filled. He knew it was a long shot, but it still hurt to be knocked down. The only places that would hire a Negative trait were bars, casinos, and skeevy pawn shops. Deceit didn't think those occupations would be as exciting to Logic. He could always lie.
Except for when Logic looks at him with those wide, intelligent eyes. His hair a bit messed up from running his fingers through it while brainstorming. His lips curving into a pleased, trusting smirk. Or when he listens to Deceit's words so intensely he feels himself grow shy. Somehow, spouting bullshit doesn't feel as natural around Logic.
Like a buzzing in his brain, something halts his words before they reach his tongue, everytime Logic bites his lip in thought. What could be happening to him? Was he forgetting how to lie?
"Hey, Patton!"
Deceit frowned. He knew that name. He looked up and saw two Sides approaching him. He frowned harder. One was a woman with long pigtails and glasses. Nerd. The other was a dude with a hat and glasses. Also nerd.
But not his nerd. He didn't care.
The elevator opened and he stepped inside. The strangers followed. He glanced at them as they started talking.
"Jeeze, it was pouring! I guess you didn't hear us," The one in the hat said with an awkward laugh. Deceit squinted at him, taking in his features. That face seemed familiar, but he couldn't pinpoint it.
"Right." He said, glancing over at the woman. She gave him a scrutinizing look, which he returned. She was definitely familiar. Where did she come from? All nerds looked the same to him.
"I didn't know you were coming over." She said, tilting her head slightly. "Did you schedule this with Logic? He's kind of busy today."
He scoffed and said, "I don't need to 'schedule' a time to see my fucking boyfriend, alright?"
The elevator chimed and the doors opened. He gave them a tight smile and said, "This is my stop."
And then, the worst thing in the world happened. They followed him off the elevator. Deceit winced, but kept walking to Logic's apartment. With each step he became more and more aware of the mistake he made.
How many nerdy chicks knew that he was Logic's Side? Wait, didn't Logic have a roommate? Oh, shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit-
Deceit stopped in front of Logic's door. He could hear the others, standing behind him. The hair on the back of his neck stood on its ends. Oh, yeah. He fucked up. He raised his fist and knocked.
They all stood silently.
When Logic opened the door, Deceit gave him a quick kiss and then slipped past him into the apartment. Logic clearly was surprised by the kiss, he called after him, "Patton?!"
Deceit could hear the nerds talking quietly as he escaped into Logic's room.
He flopped down on the bed and hid his groan in the pillow. It smelled like Logic.
Deceit felt his heart sink. He stared at the wall and sighed. Could he tell Logic about the failed interview? What would he say? Would he approve of Deceit's lie, in hopes to get a proper job? Or is that kind of thing frowned upon for Logical traits? As long as he does the job right, it doesn't matter.
Logic would probably listen to him, though. Not like Patton. He could actually explain what it's like to be a Negative trait. Maybe someone would try to understand him for once.
No, he couldn't talk about it yet. He already lost a job for being himself. He shouldn't risk losing another Side.
Deceit sat up, wiping the moisture from his eyes. He didn't even realize tears had begun to form while he was thinking. Swallowing, he shoved his emotions aside and pulled himself together.
He wasn't a jobless lying loser. He was Patton: a respectable, moral man. He could survive this, just like he'd survived everything else in his life. He's got this.
There was a soft knock on the open door. Deceit glanced up and saw Logic in the doorway, watching him with worried eyes.
"I didn't know you were coming today." He said, taking a small step into the room. "I had plans with Sandra and Structure."
Deceit got off the bed and pulled his sweatshirt off, letting it flop on the floor. His pants were pretty wet, too, but he didn't want to borrow from Logic. "Sorry."
Before he could say anything else, Logic asked, "Patton… are you lying to me?"
Deceit's heart froze in his chest. He stared at Logic, watching as his stupid friends appeared behind him. His blood ran cold as he realized he was caught. Still, he wasn't going down without a fight.
He cleared his throat, but his voice was still a little watery when he asked, "What do you mean, silly?"
Logic frowned, clearly catching the emotion in his words. Silently, Logic turned and looked at his friends. None of them said anything, but Deceit could see the one in the hat raise his eyebrows and gesture at Deceit.
Sandra adjusted her glasses and said firmly, "I have noticed, during the time you've spent around me, that you don't interact with people the same way other Morality Sides do."
"Really?" Deceit said, blinking innocently. "Maybe because everyone's unique and has their own special personality."
"I think…" Logic said, slowly glancing away from the others. He wouldn't meet Deceit's eye. "I want to talk to you."
Deceit tried to look calm as he said, "Of course. I have nothing to hide from you."
Logic met his gaze and smiled, shyly. The expression fell off his face and he shook his head. He said, "I think it's for the best if my colleagues moderate our conversation."
"Sure." Deceit said, gritting his teeth as he locked eyes with Hat Guy. (Fuck, what was his name?) "Why?"
Logic hesitated before answering, "On occasion, I have noticed my effectiveness as a Logical trait lowers substantially in your presence."
Why do Logic Sides have to talk like that?
"So...?" Deceit frowned, confused.
"His brain doesn't work when he looks at you." Hat Guy said, clapping Logic on the shoulder.
Sandra added, "This sort of symptom is temporary and is common in the beginning of Side's relationships. It is caused by a hormone imbalance that is triggered when in close proximity around matching Sides."
"It means he's gay." Hat Guy teased.
Deceit watched a blush form on Logic's cheeks as he said, "It's just hard to think sometimes."
"Because he's gay-"
"These two will be here to fact check and keep the conversation fairly civil." Logic said, running a hand down his shirt. Deceit followed the movement distractedly. "I don't imagine this will take long, we just need some simple answers."
Deceit didn't have any issues with thinking around Logic, but sometimes lies got stuck in his throat. He hoped that didn't happen today. Deceit swallowed and nodded.
Three Logical traits against one Deceit?
Sounds fair.
Gathered around the kitchen table, Deceit sat across from Logic. Sandra and Structure (he found out the name, ah yeah) sat on either side of Logic. The blinds were drawn and the only light came from a simple overhead light. Deceit had his hands folded on the table, his shoulders square. He waited patiently for the Logical traits to be ready. Thunder rumbled outside.
They whispered to each other for a few moments, and Deceit took the time to run through his lies. His name is Patton, he works at a daycare, he loves people…
Logic cleared his throat, and they all sat back, looking at him. Deceit smiled. Logic asked, "Have you ever lied about something substantial to me?"
"Not substantial." Deceit said.
Sandra asked, "What do you consider insubstantial?"
Deceit shrugged and said, "The weather."
"Do you think it's ethically sound to lie?" Structure asked.
"Sometimes." Deceit said. He held up a finger and quickly added, "Hugo is fine with little white lies. Plato encouraged nobility to lie to the public for a peaceful society. John Stuert Mill only wants the most happiness for everyone, and that means sometimes you gotta lie."
The Logical traits glanced at each other. Sandra frowned, "But-"
"If these people are supposed to have the greatest Morality Sides of all time, then it's not immoral to lie every once and awhile." Deceit said, sitting back in his seat. "Right? Doesn't that make sense?"
They were quiet for a second, and Deceit watched the gears turn in their little, nerdy brains. Finally, the three across from him nodded and continued on.
"Patton, you have heard of the ethical dilemma of The Bystander at the Switch as proposed by Judith Jarvis Thomson, correct?" Logic asked, not looking at him.
Deceit blinked, taking a moment to find the information. What the fuck was that? He knew the name, but he wasn't sure where. He took a swing and asked, "That's the Trolley Problem, right?"
Logic smiled and nodded, apparently pleased with his response. "We're going to partake in some hypothetical scenarios with it."
"Great." Deceit smiled, leaning on his hand. He stared straight into Logic's eyes as he said smoothly, "I'm excellent at ethics."
"Ah, um-" Logic blushed again and looked down at his lap. Deceit's lips turned into a smirk. If Logic had some trouble thinking around him, he was willing to use that to his advantage.
Sandra spoke up, "You are a bystander at a railroad. You are standing next to the switch that alters the train's path. There are two paths in front of you; one has one individual on it, the other has five. The individuals cannot move and an incoming train is about to hit the five, killing them." She watches him as she asks, "Do you push the switch and alter the train so it hits one person, saving five? Or do you let five people die, doing nothing to help?"
Deceit knew the answer to this one. "Let the one person die, saving the five."
"Okay." Structure said, "Now what if you're a doctor, and five people need new organs or they'll die. Do you kill one healthy person to save five sick ones?"
Slightly less sure, Deceit said, "Yes."
"But that individual isn't sick." Structure said, gesturing with their hands. "Is it morally right for you to take their organs?"
"Are they a doner?" Deceit asked, glancing at Logic. His face was open, curiously watching the conversation before him. Deceit couldn't look in his eyes, he'd get lost, and he needed to be focused right now.
"Uh-"
"Because if they are," Deceit hurried on, "then that's completely fine. They gave their consent to give their organs to another person."
"Organ donations don't take place until the body is dead." Sandra said, "Are you condoning the death of a healthy person to save five unhealthy ones?"
Sticking to his answer felt like the best option. If he switched now, it would look like he wasn't firm in his morals.
He clasped his hand together again and said, "Yes."
They glanced at each other. Structure muttered under their breath, "He's sus."
"I'm concerned that we will be unable to properly judge this trial." Sandra said, giving Deceit the side-eye. "As Logics, our brains are wired to detect fact from fiction. But there are little facts within ethics."
"Morality is fluid, it shifts with the situation." Structure agreed, "Even Ethical traits have issues deciding what's morally sound."
Logic sat back in his seat, glancing at his friends, "Do we know any actual Moral Sides who could help?"
Structure shook their head. Sandra sat up straight, "Wait. Monica was planning on coming over later to socialize with me. She's not moral but-"
"Can you ask her to come over now?" Logic asked, his shoulders tense. Deceit caught his eye for just a second before Logic looked away again. He desperately wanted to know what was going on in his brain.
Sandra got up, pulling out her phone. She left the room quickly. Deceit folded his hands in his lap, keeping his expression even.
He asked, "How am I doing?"
"I'm sorry for this, Patton." Logic said, rubbing his forehead. "I know you're not a bad person."
Deceit flinched.
"But I need to know for sure what your Side is." Logic continued, eventually making eye contact with him. "My friends have recognized that your behavior doesn't line up with a Moral Side's. But you clearly understand the history of ethics."
Before Deceit could say anything, Structure leaned closer to Logic and muttered, "Morality goes both ways."
"That's true." Logic mumbled, clearly tired. "Perhaps you're just a Negative Morality trait."
Deceit leaned forward and took Logic's hand. His smooth skin calmed his nerves a bit. He said as calmly as he could, "Logic, I would never lie to you."
Something in his chest clenched painfully at the sight of Logic relaxing. He let go of Logic's hand and rubbed his chest. Deceit ignored Structure glaring at him. Sandra came back into the room.
"Monica will be here in a few moments." She said, "At which point we will fuse, and then we can carry on the debate."
Deceit felt his throat tighten. He stood a chance against three Logics, but he wasn't sure he could bluff his way past a fusion. He held up his hands in a 'slow down' manner.
"Hold on," He said, "I'm supposed to continue debating against five people? How is that fair?"
The Logics looked at each other.
"That's like an Established person against one little ol' me." Deceit continued, holding up five fingers on one hand and one on the other. "You don't need to be a Morality Side - like me - to know that's not equal."
"Hm." Logic said, nodding. "How could we even the field, then?"
"I could leave." Structure suggested.
Sandra shook her head, "No, you've been very useful in this discussion."
Deceit said, "Hey, how about your girlfriend doesn't show up? That'd be fair."
"But then we would have a harder time dissecting your answers." Structure responded, squinting at him.
Logic stood up, "I think I know what we have to do." He held his hand out to Deceit, "We should fuse."
Deceit's eyes widened, "Oh."
"It's the perfect solution." Logic said, moving around the table to stand by Deceit. "You will have my knowledge to help argue against a superior opponent. And when we unfuse I will be able to confirm you are telling the truth."
Frozen, Deceit stared up at him. What could he do? His body vibrated at the idea of fusing with Logic. It was all he wanted to do since they first met. He was aching to fuse ever since Patton left him.
But if they do fuse, all of his lies will fall apart. Would Logic reject him like Patton did? Could he emotionally handle that today?
"Of course," Structure said slowly, "If you don't fuse, we'll expect a really good reason for why."
"I do, actually." He said, glaring at Structure. He wasn't planning on arguing, but he had a zero sass tolerance. He huffed and glanced up at Logic. He mumbled, "My scar."
Logic inhaled sharply in understanding, then said gently, "Patton, I would never hurt you."
"Thanks." Deceit said, because he didn't know what else to say. Yeah, he had been hamming up the fission scar for his own benefit, but that didn't make it any less real. If they unfuse - will he get another matching mark? His mouth felt dry. Was the room spinning?
"Patton?"
Deceit had been quiet for too long. He shook his head and stood up. Glancing at each of the Logics he said, "I know who I am. And I trust my Side." He looked to Logic, his blood rushing in his ears. "I'll do whatever you want to earn the same."
Something flickered in Logic's eyes. Deceit wished they didn't have an audience. There was so much he wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come. Was this the last peaceful moment he'd have with Logic?
Warm fingers curled around his. He stepped closer into Logic's space, holding his breath. Logic gave him a tiny smile and said, "I trust you, Patton."
He winced again, only relaxing when he felt soft lips on his forehead. The fingers in his hand held him tighter. The world around them drifted away; leaving them at peace in this moment.
Deceit didn't want it to end.
Then he was gone.
"Greetings." Structure said, looking up at him. "What's your name?"
Running a hand down his shirt, he said, "Eugene."
Sandra spoke next, "What's your Fusion name?"
Eugene smiled a wide, thin smile. He stepped around the table, looking around the room. Although he knew this kitchen, he felt like he was seeing it for the first time. He picked up one of Sandra's trinkets off the counter, inspecting it. "Oh, I have many names. Which one would you like?"
"The most accurate." Structure said.
"That was a very logical answer." Eugene praised, turning to look at them. He pressed a hand to his chest and gave a small bow, "I am Polemical."
"Polemic." Sandra glanced at Structure, "That doesn't sound very moral."
Structure nodded, "I believe a Polemical Side is a Negative-"
"Ah, ah, ah!" Eugene waggled a finger, interrupting, "That might be the case for Sides. But, as you see," He gestured to his third eye and extra half arm. "I am a Fusion. And, according to your little laws and doctrines, a Fusion is not a person. So you can't attach your Side trait chart to me. Fusions are undefinable."
Structure frowned, clearly connecting the dots of the argument. "Uh-"
"And since I can't legally be defined," Eugene smiled, crossing his arms, "you can't call me Negative. Oh, isn't this fun?!"
"He has a point." Sandra said, "Fusions can't usually be defined within the Side trait chart. It's too basic to handle multiple concepts."
"It really should be expanded." Structure nodded, watching as Eugue poured a cup of tea. "Okay, so he's not necessarily a Negative trait. But when have Polemics ever positively contributed to anything?"
"Mh," Polemic said, taking a sip of his drink, "I know this one! Did you know, during the American Revolution, a group of Polemics were the ones to first suggest seperating from England?"
Sandra's lips drew tight as she said, "I'm not sure America is the great accomplishment you think it is."
Polemic set his tea down and moved across the kitchen, flipping a hand back and forth as he talked, "Oh, sure, there was war and genocide, but, hey!" He threw his arms around their shoulders, "without all that, we wouldn't be here today! And isn't the real morality the friendships you make along the way?"
"What?" Structure said, squished against Polemic's chest.
A knock at the door distracted them. Polemic stood up straight, grinning, "I'll get it!"
He opened it with a smirk, looking down at Pop Culture. She was just a couple inches shorter than him.
Pop crossed two of her arms. "And who are you?"
"Your opponent for tonight. You're late." He said, tapping his watch. "That should mean two points off of their score automatically, that sounds fair to everyone, right? Great!"
Pop Culture and Sandra fused quickly, while Eugene watched. He took a sip of his tea and squinted in the bright light. The new fusion wore Sandra's glasses. Polemic frowned at her full three arms. He had two and a half: an extra forearm and hand coming out of his right elbow. He couldn't help but glance down at his half arm.
"Salutations." The new fusion spoke primly, "You may call me Um or Um Actually. I did not choose the name." She sat down at the table while pulling her hair into a bun. "Shall we begin?"
Polemic sat down across from her, smiling easily. "Of course. Where would you like to start? Plato? Kant?"
Structure pulled out a notebook and pen, sitting at the end of the table. They started taking notes of the discussion. Polemic kept that fact in the back of his mind.
"When were you born?" Um asked.
Surprised by the question, Eugene hesitated. He tapped his fingers against the table. Then he chuckled lightly and said, "I am a Fusion. I was just born twenty minutes ago."
"I am speaking to and about Patton," Um said, adjusting her glasses. "What was the date and time of your birth."
Polemic shook his head minutely as he thought. He said, "He was born on April 22nd, 1989. He was born in the morning, and his mother was upset that she was woken up in the middle of the night for his birth."
He took a sip of his tea and he raised an eyebrow at Um Actually. She observed him silently while Structure glanced up at him awkwardly.
"And for Logic, the same question." She said.
"He was on April 24th, at noon. It was sunny." Polemic smiled tightly.
Um sat up straighter and asked, "For Patton, what was it like getting diagnosed?"
Polemic mimicked her, sitting up straighter, "Oh, Um, I'm so glad you asked that. Well, he was young, very young. And he was so annoying to his siblings that they just knew." He put two hands on his chest and looked to Structure, smiling like a proud parent. "He had to be a little rule-follower."
His fingers rhythmically rapped against the table. "And Logic, well he was easy, too. He was so smart, A's in every class, and very literal. Had trouble making friends as a kid." He pouted and drew a tear down his face, "Sad."
"How did you get that scar?" Um asked.
He gasped and said, "Don't you know it's rude to ask that?"
"Answer the question." Structure said.
Eugene sighed and rolled his eyes, "Well I can tell you're not a Moral Side." He continued, glancing down at his nails. "I had a previous fling. A sexy little thing. But he was short-sighted and judgmental. When we unfused, I woke up scared for life."
The others didn't say anything for a moment, and Eugene smiled at them. He tapped the table with his knuckles and said, "Next?"
"What was it like meeting Logic?" Structure asked.
"Delightful." He said, genuinely smiling. "We were chasing after the same Side. It's fate that we found each other. We've been together ever since."
Um Actually squinted at him, asking, "And what was it like meeting Patton?"
Polemic's smile lessened as he remembered that night. It was after a show and he was looking for Roman. It was loud and then there was a bright light. The next thing he knew, Roman was running past him, and a stranger grabbed his arm.
"Confusing." He mumbled. A slight pinch started to form in the back of his eyes. He winced and said louder, "You know, it really should be governmentally mandated, finding your Sides. Think about it - they already have all your information. The government could easily match you up with Sides, but they don't. Isn't that unethical, that they could help and choose not to? Let's talk about that."
He sat up straight to launch into a discussion about government regulations, but Um held up a hand.
"Let's not." She said, "Now, Patton, how many siblings do you have?"
"None-" He quickly corrected himself, "Nine! I have nine siblings!"
Um didn't blink as she said, "Please mark that the defendant changed his answer. Logic, do you have any siblings?"
"No." Polemic hissed. He rubbed his forehead and knocked on the table, "You see, I was answering for Logic before. He has no siblings and I have nine. Let the record show, I simply misspoke. Does anyone else have a killer headache right now?"
Um Actually sat back and sighed, "I don't believe you are telling the truth."
Polemic scoffed and tapped the table, "Of course I am. You've been asking me a bunch of personal shi- stuff. Why would I lie about that?"
"You have knocked on the table every time you've lied since we started this discussion." Um said simply. Structure glanced down at his hands, as if they didn't notice that.
Eugene's smile fell. He glared at Um as he said, "It's a nervous habit."
He tapped against the table.
"I don't believe it is. It appears to be your tell. And I'd like to know, Mr. Polemical." She leaned forward, resting her hands on the table. "If you're not Morality, who are you?"
"God damn it." Polemic muttered as a high pitched piercing sound rang in his ears. He stood up, running his hands through his hair. His headache grew stronger. "Everyone get out of my apartment."
He heard Um Actually stand up. "It's my apartment, too."
Tears in his eyes and folding in on himself, Eugene managed to look up at her, "Yes, and I am asking you as your friend, to please leave."
Structure took Um's hand and led her to the door. They kept staring at him as they muttered, "Let's go to Pop's."
When the door closed, Polemic let out a long scream. He held his head together the best he could, the pain building and building until he felt like he was going to explode. He knew he needed to stay together, but eventually, the bond snapped.
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